Re: [CAMPAIGN] Adventures in Aerth
Martin may be a slayer of heretics and of evil, but he is no cold-blooded killer. He moves forward towards the Oracle, weapons still out.
"Old Man? Are you still alive?"
If there is no response, Martin moves to check the man's vitals to see if he is breathing.
Somehow, the battle of Minds has overwhelmed the ancient man and his body begins to fade away before the Puritan's eyes. The wrinkles deepen and his skin gets tauter and tauter, quickly rupturing as blood ozzes forth, then even that dries up and very quickly, there is nothing left but a bit of dust that is whisked away by an encroaching planet from the orrery.
And now, the world is once more without the heathen prophecy of the Oracle of the Lonely Isles.
Martin just shakes his head, and begins the long trek down the spiral stairs, out to the ancient city, and along the jungle path back to his waiting longboat.
All he remembers really of the prophecy is the vision of insects over-running the earth. It did not really make sense to him. Perhaps it is just something to ruminate about for a while.
Von Remmen maintains a vigilance through the dark forest.